#MidWeekTease ~ “You’re the light in the dark side of me…” #MWtease #WIP #CanadianMuscle

MWTease15

Happy Wednesday Friends! Welcome to another week of teases!

Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

 


 

This week’s tease once again comes from an **Untitled** WIP, (unedited) and is the sequel to GUARDING MIDNIGHT.  Frank has come and gone from Charlie’s life over and over again in the last couple of years. She’s better off protecting herself from him, but the fight is a difficult one …
 

© Kacey Hammell, 2016

“Look, baby, without you in this storm of a life, I’m lost.” His eyes pleaded with her. Charlie gripped the counter hard.

Damn him.

“I come back here – to you – every time because it’s a helplessness I can’t squelch. You’re the light in the dark side of me, Charlie.”

Crack. Ever crackle in the walls around her heart filled her ears. Every coat of cement she’d spent months carefully building shook as they weakened. Her fingers holding onto the granite counter were white, the pain of her grip hurt but she couldn’t let go. Her teeth hurt form clenching her jaw so hard.

No. No. He wasn’t allowed to do this. She made a promise to herself that she planned to keep.work-in-progress

He took a step forward. “No. Hell no. Stop,” Holding up both hands, she glared at him. “You’ll head back to the adventure and danger the first chance you get.” Spinning away, she whipped open the fridge, withdrawing a bottle. She needed something to get her through this conversation. Yanking the cork from the bottle of resin she hadn’t finished the other night, she poured more than half a glass, then turned back to him.

“This little town will never be enough for you, Frank.” She topped the glass at her lips and swallowed as much as she could take in. The crisp wetness coated her mouth, but she couldn’t savor it. Not right now. Scowling, she waved a finger, silencing him when he opened his mouth.

“Don’t deny it. I’m not that big of a fool. I knew it from the beginning and while I didn’t want forevers either, I never expected I’d become a revolving door for you. And now you’ve returned hunting for my brother. My brother! You won’t use me to find him, so go to hell.” She took another deep swallow of wine. Shaking her head, she slapped her hand on the counter. “I don’t know where Sean is and our past relationship is over. Frank, you need to go. Go and don’t knock on my door again.” She inhaled, her heart thudding hard in her chest. “We’re finished.”

His face tightened. Charlie watched him clench his teeth, his eyes hardening and pinning her in place. Only once before had she seen him like this. Anger rolling off him. Coiled to strike. When they’d rescued Victoria and he’d realized the full extent of what she’d been through. She should probably be scared of his change but when it came to her safety, she trusted him completely.

But with her heart it was a different matter.

 


Thanks for stopping by!

Click here to check out more awesome teasers from these great authors.

 


Snippet from Finish Him by Deanna Dee #Sleuths #NewAdult #Contemp @ddgeekwriter

Finish Him ebook

Title: Finish Him (The Games of Love, #3)
Author: Deanna Dee
Genre: new adult romance

Blurb
Round One, FLIRT

Sonya Black never expected a petty sibling quarrel could lead to her sister being drugged. Overcome with guilt, Sonya vows to bring the jerk to justice. When she dives into her own investigation, she lands belly up in the company of Jaxon Nyles, the security guard who may have all the answers.

But being a detective isn’t as easy as Sonya thinks. On top of that, Jaxon always seems to be in the right place at the right time. Is he a suspect, or is he falling for her? More important, is she falling for him?

The round has begun. Who will flirt? Who will win? Will hearts break in the process?

Buy links
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Finish-Him-Games-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B016TPCFFC/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1445277151&sr=1-3&keywords=deanna+dee

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27231488-finish-him

Excerpt
With a complex pressing of buttons, the screen goes dim, and my opponent explodes into a fountain of blood and innards. Take that, pixels. The familiar zing of a victory glides through my blood, and it’s all I can do to keep the smirk off my lips. I haven’t been on Thanksgiving break for three hours, and already I’m kicking ass at video games and racking up the bragging points.
Dawn mutters a string of unintelligible syllables. It’s too bad not everyone’s having as good a time as me. “I will defeat you, Dwarf.”
I hit X on my controller to bring us back to the character selection screen. Dawn is the GM, Game Master, of the Marshalls and Magics campaign our group has going, and I play a dwarf. Possibly, she thinks calling me by my race will unhinge me enough for her to win a round. Not likely. “Yeah, yeah. Pick a character.”
Dawn sighs and selects Kerdwin, a random character who appeared in one of the side stories ten years ago. His combos are weak, and his powers are weaker. I keep all this to myself. Dawn pulls no punches during M and M. It’s not my fault if she’s bad at selecting characters in Bloodrage Anarchy: Silver Edition…or any other edition, really.
“Good choice,” I say instead and, with automatic movements, navigate three down and two over to Dalara, warrior princess of the outer realm of Simenia. The screen goes dark for the loading process, and our characters appear on the top of a narrow mountain. Lightning arcs overhead, and drums pound a war beat.
Round One, the game’s automated voice, which sounds like a constipated ogre, says. Kerdwin stands in a pathetic pose Dawn probably knows a name for. Dalara also stands in a pose she would know, but hers looks kick-ass and involves balancing on the balls of her feet and swaying. FIGHT! The constipated ogre bellows his call to arms.
Constipation or not, the call is all I need. I send Dalara into a flying kick and knock Kerdwin backwards. Next, I close the distance to execute Dalara’s strongest combo, a series of kicks and punches that will result in Kerdwin flying across the screen.
“Damn you.” Dawn blocks, breaking my combo. She jumps back until there’s an entire screen of distance between us.
Unfortunately for her, the reprieve will be slight. I regain my feet and go into attack mode, pressing forward twice and then the A button to activate a special attack. Dalara says something understandable only by the people of some tiny country in Asia, and dark flames erupt from her hands. I do this twice more, and Dawn’s life bar drops to a quarter remaining. She ducks my fourth attempt, leaps my fifth, and comes at me, getting through my defenses and landing a punch. The tip of my health bar turns red.
Oh hell no. That shitake will not fly. “Nice.” I send a high kick into Kerdwin’s face and follow with a punching combo. Kerdwin sways on his feet, and I shoot more black flame. “But not nice enough.” Dalara shifts to her ready stance. Kerdwin falls, and the game constipatedly announces my victory. Vacation has never been sweeter.
“Rah!” Parker screams. He’s sitting across the room on my bed, and somehow, he still almost makes me go deaf. “Excellent! Continue! Piff the Eviscerator desires more bloodshed!”
Dawn’s character staggers to his feet, and Dawn and I exchange the kind of sideways glance gamers use when they don’t want to take their attention from the screen. Parker plays an illusionist mage in M and M and, because he’s Parker, has named his illusionist mage Piff the Eviscerator.
“Silence, Gnome,” Dawn says in her intimidate-everyone-but-Parker voice. She’s probably hoping the boy will one day have enough sense to fear her and be quiet.
“Eviscerate!” Parker punches the air. “Blood!” However, that day is not today.
Finish Him teaser2

Author Bio and links

DeannaDee author picDeanna Dee is strictly human and does not, to her knowledge, own a hyena. She lives by the sea, which she takes full advantage of in the summer time. People, reading, and pop culture make up the shameless downtime of her life. The rest of it is writing, and she’s okay with that.

Website: http://ddgeekwriter.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ddgeekwriter
Twitter: http://twitter.com/ddgeekwriter
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13466746.Deanna_Dee?from_search=true&search_version=service

 

 


 

Excerpt: When Lightning Strikes by Beth D. Carter #TimeTravel @EvernightPub @BethDCarter

 

Hello! Thank you so much for having me on your site today! When Lightning Strikes has been one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written (so far!). It’s a time travel where the heroine comes forward to our time from 1794. I did a lot of research for this story, as well as paying tribute to some of my own ancestors.

The heroine’s name is Henrietta Lydia Knapp and Knapp is a family name with a long history. My sixth great-grandmother, Lydia Knapp, had a prestigious family tree, linked back to Katherine Cromwell, the Tudor line, and Charles VI (the Mad King of France), whose own lineage was deeply engraved on England and France’s bloody history. Lydia Knapp’s grandfather came to Massachusetts in the 1600’s, making him one of the first people to settle the untamed new world. Genealogy is truly amazing and humbling at the same time.

It was so interesting researching certain facts from Colonial America. One of the most interesting was The Flowing Hair dollar mentioned in When Lightning Strikes. It was designed by Robert Scot and on January 24, 2013, a specimen striking from the 1794 production sold for $10,016,875, the highest price ever paid for a coin. Wouldn’t that be a true pleasure to find in the attic!

 

BLURB:

Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of whenlightningstrikes1sLas Vegas. One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash. He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying.

He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.

Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time. A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward. Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears.

As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly. But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?

 

EXCERPT: (rated PG)

He stopped in front of a popular clothing store. Mannequins modeled cute little outfits and Micah John looked expectantly at her.
“What do you think?”
She looked from him to the window and back again. “What do I think about what?”
“The clothes.” He liked the Capri pants and thought they would nicely show off her cute ass. Of course, he would never tell her that.
Her mouth dropped open a little. “You said my brain couldn’t wrap about the facts of technology, but truthfully I can’t understand how women can wear so little.”
He laughed. “This is nothing. You should go to The French Riviera where you can to go topless on some of the beaches.”
“You’re lying,” she accused.
Micah John shook his head and held up his right hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“Oh, my,” she said and looked back at the clothes being modeled. “Robert Burton wrote in his book The Anatomy of Melancholy, ‘When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done, puritans with puritans, papists with papists’.”
“Right,” he said. “We’ve shorted it to when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
“I suppose that is a more succinct way of saying it.”
She looked around at all the women passing by. Shorts, miniskirts and tank tops, all exposing more skin that she’d probably ever seen. He almost felt sorry for her. “I’ve come out in public in just my dress, sans petticoats. I suppose I can acclimate to being a Twenty-first century woman.”
“Atta girl.”
He pulled her into the store.

BUY LINKS:
Evernight Publishing

 
ABOUT BETH:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor
http://www.tsu.co/BethDCarterAuthor
http://www.bethdcarter.com
http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/
Amazon author page:
http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1

 


 

Excerpt from Finding Home by Rebecca Brochu #MM #Contemp @AuthorRBrochu @EvernightPub

 

findinghome1lContemporary – Gay – Erotic – M/M

BLURB:
Left adrift after escaping from an abusive relationship and being constantly on the move in an effort to stay one step ahead of his abuser has left Salem Rooks with little in the way of personal connections in his life. So when Salem bumps into an attractive stranger on his way to work one morning he isn’t expecting it to lead anywhere. He certainly isn’t expecting it to change his life.

Wyatt Pendleton is handsome, sweet natured, and homeless. Drawn to the quiet strength Wyatt exudes Salem finds himself pulled back to the man’s side time and time again. Working through their differences is a challenge, as is the ever looming shadow of Carter, Salem’s abusive ex, to deal with. Despite that Salem finds that he and Wyatt are both willing to fight and overcome all of it in order to protect the home that they’ve found in each other.

 

EXCERPT:
He wanted Wyatt fiercely in that instance and his hands moved down of their own accord to pluck at the waistband of Wyatt’s pants. He was all set to tug at it, to finally see what Wyatt’s cock looked like when one of Wyatt’s hands suddenly wrapped around his fingers and tugged them away. Startled, Salem pulled back far enough to look Wyatt in the face.

Wyatt was flushed, his cheeks red above the dark line of his beard, his lips kiss swollen and his eyes bright with want. Salem’s own face felt hot, the skin of his cheeks and around his mouth rubbed tender by Wyatt’s beard. He leaned forward to kiss Wyatt again, but to his surprise and slight hurt Wyatt shook his head slowly. Salem sat frozen as Wyatt raised a hand up to slowly, carefully, cup his jaw in the warmth of his palm instead in a gesture that had quickly grown familiar between the two of them.

“We can’t, Salem. Not now, not just yet.” Wyatt’s voice was a deep, throaty rasp that made Salem’s stomach flutter for a brief second before he focused on what had been said.

“Why not?” Salem cleared his throat and did his best to ignore the huskiness of his own voice as doubt crept up on him suddenly. It was enough to break through the passionate haze that had fallen over him. “Do you not want me?” Salem shifted nervously where he was pressed against Wyatt’s body as he waited for the answer. He was sure Wyatt did want him, but he still felt compelled to ask. He could feel the line of his cock pressed against his own hip, a thick hot weight that made Salem want to sigh in anticipation, but it suddenly wasn’t proof enough. He’d been wrong about so much in the past that Salem needed the reassurance.

“I want you.” Wyatt replied instantly before he leaned back down into Salem’s space to nip and suck at his earlobe. Salem shuddered. “I’ve wanted you for weeks now. I’ve imagined being with you, in you, a hundred times. I’d daydream about kissing you, about how you’d taste, what you’d feel like. Wanting’s not the issue, Salem.”

 

BUY LINK:

 

Rebecca’s Website

Twitter

 

 


 

Sweetest Splendor Excerpt @KaceyHammell #Contemp #Erotic

EXCERPTsweetest-splendor

Sweetest Splendor
Club Splendor Book 2
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Contains: Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys

 

Snippet © Kacey Hammell, 2015:

Bridget gasped and inched away from him. Turning, her eyes locked with his. Her bottom came up against the table behind, her heart racing, realizing there was little room to move. She was trapped between Zander and the wooden object. Nerves skated down her spine. The hunger and need in the darkness of his eyes emboldened her, filled her with a confidence she never experienced before.

No time to think about that. Not when desperate need coursed through her. His first kiss against her skin changed things. There was no way she’d accept just friendship with him now.

Anxious, wanting to hold onto this moment with him, and share her innermost desires, she grabbed the remote from the table and hit a button. The curtains behind her opened. She watched Zander’s eyes shift upward and go wide. They returned to hers and he grinned.

Bridget hit another button and the room filled with moans and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. She trembled hearing the couple’s rough but no-doubt-exhilarating sex behind the glass. Always hard on each other while at the same time as gentle as their love, both enjoyed vigorous and no-holds barred sex and gave no apologies.

Zander stepped toward her, and skimmed his palms across her stomach, creating heat and butterflies circling inside her. So hot, his skin warmed her.

But when he lowered his head to hers, his lips gliding against hers, all thoughts fled and she pulled him closer, need and anticipation filling her.

 

Order here:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.ca  / Amazon UK /
aRe / Bookstrand / Smashwords / B&N / Kobo / iTunes

 


Prank Me Snippet #Contemp #Erotic #Quickie

Contemporary Erotic Quickie

Contemporary Erotic Quickie

Prank Me

Contemporary Erotic Quickie

Snippet © Kacey Hammell:

“Adam won’t know what hit him. He’ll definitely understand the meaning of ‘payback’s a bitch’ when I’m through with him.” Lark laid all four outfits on the bed and gazed at them.
Red, blue and two black mega short skirts with silk midriff-baring halter tops—but which would be best for a fun prank?
“Just don’t hurt him.” Bobby’s gruff voice hinted at concern for his longtime friend, who was about to be punked.
“Don’t be worried. I’ll treat him as I would my Chevy Impala and shift him gently.”
They both laughed.
She lifted the red set. This one would do nicely. Kneeling beside the bed, she looked underneath and reached as far as she could. Once she touched the tops of the matching red stiletto knee-high boots, she grinned. Perhaps topping her outfit off with her vibrant red wig would be the icing on the cake. Yes! She yanked the heels free from their hiding place.
“There’s nothing to worry about. You go do your business deal with Fairfax Motors and land us a new sponsor, and I’ll take care of your good friend.”
“Adam’s been talking about financially backing us too. That would be great for us.”
Lark sat on the side of the bed. “Great. We definitely won’t turn away money. But,” she frowned. “You’re not pimping me out, to score some green, are you?”

Order here:

Ellora’s Cave
Amazon —
US / Canada / UK
B&N
Kobo
aRe

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prank Me Snippet #Contemp #Erotic #Quickie @KaceyHammell

Contemporary Erotic Quickie

Contemporary Erotic Quickie

 Inside Scoop: No holds barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.

Snippet © Kacey Hammell:

She loved men. Loved being sexy and free to do what she wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating to put herself out there for a man to lust after.

Sex—or sexy dancing, in this case—was fun, wild and could be as down and dirty as consenting adults wanted it to be. And she loved sex. Lots of it and as often as possible. Which lately wasn’t all that often.

She made no apology about being liberated and secure enough to explore and appreciate life. Her sex was always protected and she never bent that rule. There was nothing sexier than naked, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, panting, driving one another mad with pleasure. But she chose her partners wisely.

Lately, no men interested her enough to go beyond short conversations. The thrill of meeting someone new, feeling instant chemistry and seeing where things could lead held very little appeal. The older she got, the less she cared about being a part of the singles scene. It was exhausting to fight off the creeps out there.

Turning her back to him, she circled her body back around in front of him. Hearing his guttural “Jesus mother of God,” she glanced over her shoulder and winked at him.

His fingers were white from gripping the chair too tight and his stare was fixed on her ass. He licked his lips.

Likes that, does he?

Order here:

Ellora’s Cave
Amazon —
US / Canada / UK
B&N
Kobo
aRe

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~